Chapter 44: Sumo Wrestlers and Easter Bunnies

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~~~( Eleanor's P.O.V )~~~

I hug my legs closer to me as the cold breeze swoons over my body, the crisp smell of the ocean taming my strung-high senses. I ignore the chilly shivers racing down my spine and the ugly forest of hairs raising on my arms, I refuse to go back inside. No, Louis and I did not have a fight, it's just that we are only here for a week until he goes off touring again, and all I'm trying to do is hold onto Aruba for as long as I can before we leave. Ever since Tyler I never take anything for granted anymore.

Tranquility.

If I was asked to state one word, only one word to describe how I feel right now, it wouldn't be lucky or queen. Instead I'd chose the word tranquil. Not that I don't feel lucky or feel like a queen in this magnificant beach house, it's just more that I've never felt so peacefull and relaxed and free! As cliche as that sounds it's true! After all the drama I've been through, to wake up and fall asleep to the sound of the ocean and Louis' heartbeat, knowing I finally found someone who accepts me for who I am, is really the most wonderful feeling you can imagine.

I direct my attention towards the glimmering stars in the night sky. How I wish I could fly off the roof like a superhero and grab one. Then again, it probably would burn my skin off.

Speaking of burning stuff, I still can't believe what Louis did tonight.

-(flashback)-

"Good afternoon love!" Louis says as I walk down the stairs in my baby pink bikini, waving my hand in the air trying to see where I'm walking. All that is visible is a white smoky fog, which by the way is filled throughout the first floor of the house.

"Louis? Where are you? What's going on?" I ask, bumping into a hard object while making my way to what I think is the kitchen.

"I'm in the kitchen, nothing much is going on I was just trying to make cupcakes and well then I kinda forgot about them in the oven." He admits, I follow his voice, bumping into yet another object. I flinch at the pain,continuing my journey to the kitchen.

"When did you notice there was a problem?" I ask, my body jumping a bit as the fire alarm starts blaring and making annoying sounds.

"When I couldn't see the television screen anymore!" Louis yells over the fire alarm, next thing I realize is that I'm now covered in fire extinguisher spray as Louis has just sprayed down the entire stove. "Stop!" I yell out, covering my face as the spray continues to shower over me.

"Oops sorry I didn't know you were there!" Louis says, a loud thumping noise and then the sound of a window cracking open. I watch as the smoke begins to slowly become transparent, my eyes widening at the mess in front of me. White powder scattered across the kitchen counters, cupcake batter on the cabinets, charcoal cupcakes on-top of the stove..oh boy.

"Oops.." Louis mutters, shaking the extinguisher powder out of his hair. I giggle, shaking off the powder on me the way a dog shakes water off of it.

I watch as Louis walks towards the kitchen sink, flipping on the handle to have water come out. Are dishes really his most important priority right now after-

"Ah stop!!" I yell, Louis laughing hysterically as he sprays me with the sink hose. Apparently those dishes were not what was on his mind. I laugh as I try to grab the sprayer out of Louis' hand, but of course the arse has to hold it over my head to where I can't reach it. Finally, I'm able to jump high enough to knock it out of his hand, the hose spazing out in the middle of the kitchen floor as Louis attacks my lips, not having a care in the world about the kitchen catastrophe in front of us.

-(end of flashback)-

"Eleanor? Love are you okay?" Louis' sweet voice calls out as a pair of warm arms are wrapped around the upper half of my body. I smile and look up to see Louis who'm is hovering over me looking out at the ocean, the moons gleam casting off his soft skin. "You do know you're sitting ontop of a roof at one in the morning right?" He asks, looking down at me.

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